A mellow musician from Norman serenaded us here at The Oklahoman on Thursday. It was the second such performance on the staircase that overlooks the newsroom her in our downtown offices.
His name was Kyle Reid, and I wrote this piece as we listened to his tunes. Doug Hoke took pictures and created a gallery -- that's what he does. Check out all the photos here.
Before the short show, I asked Tiffany Gibson, our assistant live/enterprise editor if we would be recording for the public on Periscope. That was a stupid question. Of course she was going to be doing that. She whisked around our two floors and streamed from different locations to share our nice little private concert (which, by the way, was organized by
If you live where I live on the top side of Oklahoma County, the rumbles and shakes aren't so jarring anymore.
Was that thunder? Or did the dog run into the chair? (It's a clumsy dog.)
Was it an earthquake? Or are the kids roughhousing in the other room?
I asked the same type of rhetorical questions about 18 months ago in this space. That's what goes through my head when I feel the house shake a bit.
The truth is that if you look up and wonder if that was as earthquake, it probably was. Then you go about your day. It's usually no big deal.
Only once have I stood up and thought a moment about what I should do next if the walls started to move. That was about exactly one year